- Ah, it was a wonderful day. I can't wait for the next ones.

Ed said with a smile on his face, pushing Kenny into the cell, and then leaning on the door.

- You'll get what you deserve, you asshole! Sooner or later!

Kenny said in anger, but more controlled as he saw that Molly had a gun to her head as she was being pushed into the cell.

- Oh, Kenny. We'll all get what we deserve. One day, karma will come and we will be forced to face our sins. But until that day comes, I don't give a damn.

Ed said, pushing Molly into the cell, and smiling at the hateful look Kenny sent him.

- It won't be long before yours arrives, Ed, I'll make sure of it.

Lee said, taking a seat in the next seat, and Ed just snorted in disdain.

- So, all the more reason for me to enjoy the moment, right?

He said, closing the cell door and locking it immediately afterwards.

Sighing, he climbed the stairs and walked through the darkened streets into the night.

- Tell Clint about our losses. Tell him that runners ambushed us. And tell Rachel that I want to see that boy who came with the prisoners tomorrow.

Ed said, looking over his shoulder at a guard, who nodded and walked in the opposite direction from where he was going.

Ed stared at the back of the guards walking away with a certain disdain, shaking his head in disgust. All of them, all the people there were just puppets, weak-willed and almost none of them seemed to think of their own free will.

They all just followed orders without blinking, they were no fun.

They were objects of pity, nothing more than pathetic people. He hated them.

"No wonder you hate yourself, asshole."

Ed muttered softly as he heard that voice in his head. And with strides, he walks towards his building, not wanting to be in the middle of all those useless people.

When he arrives in front of his office, he opens the doors with force, and locks them immediately afterwards.

Running his hands through his hair, he begins to light the candles scattered around. He didn't like to use electric light. Which to some might even be crazy, but in his mind, light from electricity was something from the normal old world, used by normal people.

That world was no longer the same, and nothing there was normal.

Everything was different.

"You are not different. You're still the same asshole."

Ed sighed wearily and sat down in the chair in front of his desk, closing his eyes and trying to deal, once again, with those voices that have plagued him since forever.

"Will you never shut up?"

"No, I am you, you can't shut up. You simply can't."

The voice said in a mocking tone, and Ed put his hand to his face, feeling his head throbbing.

"You're just an asshole created by my conscience."

"You shouldn't talk to me like that, haven't you learned yet? I can force you to do something with that boy tomorrow, why do you think I told them to bring him here?"

The voice asked in a cold but slightly amused tone, finding Ed's hurt expression amusing.

"Son of a bitch! He's a baby!"

"Oh, don't be like that, Ed, we're in this together. Don't you remember? You accepted the deal we made when you were on the brink of death. I do what you can't, and in return, you stay alive."

The voice said in an evil laugh, and in anger, Ed grabbed the vase that was on the shelf behind him and hurled it across the room, hitting the wall next to the door.

"What? It's too late to regret it..."

"... You almost killed my daughter... you killed a woman who never hurt us..."

"No, no, no... that was you. Hahaha, it was YOUR body, I just happened to be controlling it..."

Ed opened his eyes and shook his head in agony. Hearing that voice inside him, saying all those words every day was maddening. It was like a hell in which he had tried to escape so many other times, but never really succeeded.

"...I can't wait for the day when you will die."

"That day could be today, come on, take that machete. Take the blade that you used to gouge out the eye of your own daughter"

The voice said, and Ed stood static in place for a few moments, until he opened one of the desk drawers, and picked up the machete still stained with blood.

He stared at the blade for a few moments. He could finish it right there, end this nightmare.

But he couldn't.

"Hmpf. You always were a coward. You can't kill me.

"Lee can... Clementine can."

"... Maybe... but not that I care. Your image in her eyes is already destroyed. You are a man she hates, and considers another as her father"

"... It doesn't matter. She will stay alive...and Lee is good with her."

"Oh, please, Lee is a liar."

"You are a liar. He took care of her better than you ever will... better than me"

"... If that's what you think... you know, since you're not going to use the machete to kill yourself, maybe I can cut off one of that kid's fingers... who knows"

Ed stood up suddenly upon hearing that voice, and walked over to the mirror beside him, where he could see himself, however, with a more macabre appearance, dark eyes, and an evil smile on his face.

"For God's sake. Don't touch that child!"

" Why not? Come on, he's nothing to us... nothing to you!"

His reflection said, and as he did, began to slowly approach.

"You are a despicable being! You deserve to burn in hell!"

"Hahhaha, I'm you, Ed, you deserve to burn in hell!"

Ed shook his head, and his reflection did the same, now, both of them very close to each other, face to face.

"No matter what you think, or how hard you fight...I will always be here with you. You can't run from yourself."

His reflection smiled as he saw the expression on his face, and Ed clenched his fists tightly.

"... You're sick..."

"I am? Well... I guess you already know how your daughter will be with me.

In an act of rage, Ed punched the mirror, and hundreds of pieces of glass fell to the floor, along with the drops of the blood dripping down his hand.

"Tomorrow is another day, Ed, you'd better rest..."

The voice echoed in his mind, and defeated, Ed knelt over the broken glass, praying that Lee would kill him at once.